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The tension ratcheted up again and for a moment it felt like she was floating.

Then she felt ecstasy crash down on her, tightening her mercilessly on his mouth and fingertip, endless waves of rapture throbbing through her as she lost track of her sounds and movements.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, a sweet sensation of release washed over her, until her limbs felt like they were filled with the batter of the most delicate cake.

He pulled her onto his chest and trailed his fingers between her shoulder blades.

“Better, my love?” he whispered.

“What was that?” she asked him, listening to his heart beating beneath her ear.

“It was just a taste,” he told her soothingly. “Just enough to help you rest.”

“I can’t sleep here,” she whispered automatically.

His fingers tightened on her for a moment, then he let go.

“Of course,” he said.

Gods, she had brought him blankets, but who knew how long she had been up here?

“I have to go before they realize I’m missing,” she whispered frantically, as she scrambled out of his arms and moved toward the ladder.

“Farrow,” he said suddenly.

“Yes?” she asked, uncertain what she was hoping he would say.

“Do you work every day?” he asked.

“Tomorrow is the first of the new tenday,” she said, shaking her head. “Everything will be closed.”

“There’s a place I’d like to take you,” he said. “Clear it with your parents.”

“Where?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise,” he told her, but she could hear the smile in his voice. “Tell them we’re going to gather herbs.”

She nodded and headed down the ladder, wondering just how far she would follow this puzzle of a man.

Chapter 17

Farrow

Farrow awoke the next morning feeling gloriously well-rested.

The start of a new tenday meant a day of rest, a chance to sleep until the sun was out, instead of dragging herself out of bed in the darkness to go stoke the ovens.

But this sensation of satisfaction sank into her more than the sunlight on the other side of her lids.

Blackthorn.

Her eyes popped open, and she peered around furtively to see if her parents were still asleep in the bed beside hers. Her cheeks burned at the memory of his mouth, and she was certain they would guess her shame in a glance.

But their bed was empty and made. Farrow was the lazy one today, a coveted, informal tenday title in their home.

Relieved, she sat up and allowed herself to indulge in just a moment of remembering last night.

When she closed her eyes, she could smell the fragrant hay mingled with Blackthorn’s forest scent. She could hear the ravenous sounds he made as he kissed her all over, and the ones she made as he sent her into a hurricane of pleasure…

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